We paint this town in shades of grayAnd the walls look high 'til you step awayAin't it funny how you can look aroundAnd never see the truth 'til it knocks you downNever see the light 'til your - Tradin' DownWork hard labor for your daily breadWhile the golden dream spins around your headTime gets money. money buys you timeFor the foolish things that you left behindWorkin', workin' overtimeAnd Tradin' Down

There's no future for the workin' manSee him growin' old in the promised landNothin' to show for the wasted yearsBut a heart full of hollow and a taste of tearsPushin' Monday to the wall andTradin Down...Tradin DownTradin Down